A Clean House

I love having a clean house even though you wouldn’t know it by looking at our home. I do try so hard to keep it tidy and I clean every day but it never seems like enough. I clean the living room, go into the kitchen then back into the living room and you would of never of know that I had just cleaned it. It gets very frustrating at times and I feel like pulling my hair out. And for some reason I can not seem to make Mike understand that his shoes and socks do not belong in the middle of the living room floor. He just can not seem to grasp that concept. And he has inherited one hell of a trait from his mother. He is a borderline pack rat. Not as bad as his mom but bad enough for it to be annoying at times. And Raven is the same way. They can’t throw anything away cause they may need it down the road. I on the other hand will throw things away on a whim. If there’s not a place for it I toss it in the trash. A place for everything and everything in its place. There’s a running joke in our house that if you can not find something then it’s cause “Amanda must of thrown it away”.